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# Earle, Curber of the Sugar Trust Brainy Philadelphia Lawyer Who Brought the Great Monopoly to Its Knees Is a Remarkable Reorganizer of Tottering or Wrecked Financial Institutions. By JAMES A. EDGERTON. BANK wreckers we have had in plenty. Canada as well as other outlying territory is populated by them. Scores of them are in the penitentiaries, and others ought to be there. Many have gone the suicide route to doubly dishonored graves. In China bank wreckers have their heads chopped off, but in the United States we chop off only a few bales of rhetoric and lawsuits. Somebody gets the money, and the depositors have the experience. The bank saver, however, is a rarer article. I am not sure that I ever heard of more than one really worthy of the name, and this is to be a story of that one. His name is George H. Earle, Jr., and he hails from Philadelphia. Of course he is a Quaker or at least the descendant of Quakers. He is clean, educated, wealthy, high minded—in short, an American of the best type. He is a lawyer, as his father and grandfather were before him, although of late years he has become so immersed in the business of financial salvage that he has had to abandon his practice. Mr. Earle is fifty-three years old, tall and somewhat spare, but athletic and vigorous; is a private collector of old prints and coins, has a home in Philadelphia, an estate of great natural beauty at Bryn Mawr, Pa., containing a thousand acres, and a summer home in the Adirondacks. He is an expert swimmer and loves life in the open. He is president of several banks and trust companies, most of which he put on their feet after they had been wrecked by "high finance;" is a great # Great Student With an Active Mind - Kindly In Manner, an Expert Swimmer and a Lover of Life In the Open - Fond of Collecting Coins. the money, the security was forthcoming, whereupon Kissel gave himself a good commission for making the loan, elected himself and three of his clerks directors of the Pennsylvania Sugar Refinery company and proceeded to shut down the Camden works. At this Segal caught the aroma of a large African concealed in the cordwood. He said he had never dreamed of it before, but on this point there are dark suspicions. At any rate, he dreamed it now. The feline was out of the meal sack. The benevolent Kissel was none other than an agent of the sugar trust. The money Segal had borrowed was sugar trust money. The object of the octopus was to put him out of business, which it certainly did. His sugar works were shut down until he paid the loan, and he could not pay the loan until he could run his refinery and make some money. The trust had him coming and going. # One Man Driven to Suicide. There is more of the story, though that is the nub of it. The Real Estate Trust Company of Philadelphia was involved with Segal, and when the sugar trust pressed for payment of its loan the Real Estate Trust company went to the wall and its president, Frank Hipple, committed suicide. It was here that Earle came into the game. He had already straightened out the affairs of a number of failed banks and had a reputation as a financial doctor and life saver. He was therefore made receiver of the Real Estate Trust, and from that hour the benevolent sugar octopus did not have things so much its own way. Earle found plenty of in-